Streaking Stories 소설 & 이야기

But I didn't expect that it'll end sooner than later. "Hey, I'm sorry, come here...I didn't mean to alarm you," he kissed my hair and pulled me onto his chest where I sighed thinking should I just tell him the truth, rip the bandage, and get it over with. "I was engaged three years ago, she passed away, there was an incident with my stalker." His words cut deep into my heart, he hated stalkers. Despised them. "Brice..." ...I am one, a stalker.

Photographs covered the walls portraits of strangers caught mid-smile, moments of stillness, and little stories told without words. “Wow,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.” Ethan shrugged lightly. “It’s just life through a lens.” He motioned toward a chair near the window. “Sit. Want coffee? Or tea?” “Coffee’s fine,” I said, and he disappeared for a moment, returning with two steaming cups. When I took the first sip, he leaned against the table across from me and asked, “So, how’s your story going now?” I smiled. “Better, actually. The words are finally moving again.”

“Not the headlines. The real one. The one only you know.” She exhaled slowly. “Sometimes. But some stories aren’t meant to be public. They’re meant to be carried. Quietly. By the people who lived them.” He nodded. “And the ones who lived them with you?” She thought of four faces younger then, hungrier then scattered now across cities and countries. “They carry their versions too,” she said. “That’s enough.” Leke smiled small, crooked, young. “Mine’s still being written,” he said. “With you in it.”

Miller eyed his nice. "Well, you see Uncle..." And that was how Mystique explained everything from the beginning to the end, not missing out on any important detail. Mr. Miller jerked up after hearing the entire tale. "How could you be so reckless Mystique!" Mystique gazed at the floor, not wanting to meet her uncle's disappointed eyes. "It was an accident" She whispered but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Mr. Miller ran a hand over his face. "And it turns out, the guy has an anger issue. What will happen if he snaps again, I didn't even know you were in the hospital!"

Her head , back against the wall. “Say it,” he demanded, pumping fast, thumb grinding her clit in merciless circles. “Tell me how much you hate this cock stretching you.” “I hate it,” she gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “I hate how thick you are—how you fill me up—how you make me drip like a slut—” He added a fourth finger—stretching her wide—pumping faster, wet sounds obscene over the rain. She shattered—fast, violent—walls clamping down, gushing around his fingers, soaking his hand and the floor. She cried out—loud, broken—nails digging into his forearm.

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

It's like all my efforts to be alone will all be for nothing. "Hey, why do you look even more stressed than me?" Crimson suddenly asked. "What?" I replied. "Do I?" He nodded. "Are you really that worried about me?" Well, he isn't really off the mark with that one. "I am." He looked at me, hesitating about something, but then he put his cup down. "I don't get into fights because I want to, you know. People just pick fights with me out of nowhere." "Well, even though you look so scary, you're honestly a nice guy. You even let me join your club even though you were so against it."

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

He stammered. This made Adam impatient, got up from his seat and approached Jes. "Say it!" Adam stood in front of Jes with his hands on his hips. "I ..." Jes came back stammering. "Eat or ... .." Adam had not had time to continue speaking, but Jes was already shaking her head. This made Adam grin. Jes hurriedly got out of bed. But because of the hurry the blanket that still covered her legs was forgotten to be removed and fell to the floor. Jes tripped over her own blanket.

In spite of questions and curiosity that Maverick has in his eyes, he closed and locked the door without taking his gaze off me. “How long have you been doing this? Didn’t you two think that in the eyes of law, you are brothers and sisters!” Maverick continued his rant. Rolling my eyes, I stood up to get some tissue on my cabinet which was beside Maverick. “He first fucked my last night until earlier morning. We couldn’t get enough of each other so we’re doing it again.” I explained simply, this time facing him while I wiped Manuel’s cum on my chest. I run my tongue on my lips to lick everything off.